Just as he was about to reach out to open the drawer, there was a knock at the office door, followed by Zhang Te's voice, "Mr. Han…"
Han Jingnian retracted his hand and spoke in an indifferent tone, "Come in."
Zhang Te entered the room, looking extremely burdened as he handed his cell phone to Han Jingnian, "Mr. Han, here is your phone."
Han Jingnian gave a sideways glance at the empty space on his desk, signaling for him to put it down.
After reluctantly setting down the phone, Zhang Te addressed Han Jingnian, "Mr. Han, there's a dinner at the Beijing Grand Hotel at six o'clock tonight. Would you like to leave now or later…"
Han Jingnian glanced at the time and was about to say, 'wait a while longer'. However, as he was about to speak, it was as if something crossed his mind and he changed his mind, "You should go. I will not be attending."
